On

out on the wind
is a settling sound
of determination
mixed with resound
out in those trees
is a calling of pleads
come to your life
and it will fall on your knees

here in my skin
i can twist and pretend
it dies and it’s dry
or flakes and it sheds
here in my eye
is a wonderful sight
but i look it too long
and it sees me as slight

here in the sky
is the moon bouncing shine
i’d like to be loved
but i love to be liked

out on the wind
is that rustling still
i get up and go
of my own good free will
out on that lake
is a man walking free
i wish she was mine
and i wish he was me

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